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Sunday, July 17, 2016

#RomanticIdea Taken by Twin Doms by Kryssie Fortune #BDSM

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Plan a picnic. Prepare your usual array of
finger food and chill a bottle of wine. Then spread a picnic blanket by the
fire, put on some romantic music, light candles, and stay in. Cuddle up and
feed each other food and wine.

Or you could always book into a pleasure
hotel.

“What
the hell’s that?” I hear you say.

My heroine Molly certainly did in my book, Taken By Twin Doms. Right after her
Cousin Angela tricked her into visiting one

Blurb

One
repressed heroine, twin Doms with sex
toys, and a relationship based on a lie.

Too scared to step out of her comfort zone, Molly
dreams of submitting to a powerful man’s will. When her cousin tricks her into
visiting the Pearson twins’ Pleasure Hotel,
she realizes she could play out her fantasies. Despite the sexual games going
on around her, she still refuses to accept her sensual nature.

Steve and Brett Pearson want a sub with fire in her
soul. Deceived by Molly’s cousin, they believe Molly craves a kidnap and
interrogation scene where two men torment her with sex toys before taking her
to sexual heights. They’ll stop the instant she says the safe word. As their reluctant prisoner, she has
no idea what the safe word is.

After the way Molly responded to their dominance, the
Pearson twins want to know her better. Can they win her heart after they’ve
bound her, blindfolded her, and forced their BDSM games on her?

Reader
Advisory: Contains scenes of forced seduction, twin Doms with sex toys, and a repressed heroine who was born to be
wild.

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Excerpt
from Taken By Twin Doms

Sat
at the wheel of the self-drive minibus the girls had hired, Angela tossed her
scarlet-dyed hair back over her shoulder. “It’s a place to get laid. You didn’t
think I’d spend my hen night running around with L-plates stuck to my chest and
a pink veil over my hair, did you?”

Molly
didn’t admit it, but she’d expected just that, along with raucous laughter and
too much booze. She’d worn old jeans and sneakers. That way, if someone threw
up on her, they only ruined stuff that didn’t matter. She knew that with her
skinny hips and bitty breasts, she looked younger than her twenty-three years,
but she never wasted much time on her appearance. She wasn’t even sure she
could glam it up when she dressed for dinner.

She
tugged on her blonde ponytail, a nervous habit she couldn’t break, and blinked
hard. Spending the weekend in a pleasure hotel hadn’t figured on her to-do
list. She wasn’t a virgin, but she didn’t share Angela’s anything-goes attitude
to sex. Her cousin enjoyed an alternate lifestyle where everyone came in shades
of submissive or dominant. In Angela’s world, people enjoyed giving or
receiving pain while they played out sexual fantasies. Molly sometimes dreamed
of giving herself into a Dom’s care, but at university and later work, men came
on an equal footing.

Having
a man dominate her sounded … exciting and dangerous, especially if he
tied her up first. The more she thought about it, the more her nipples
hardened. Embarrassingly, her pussy creamed. If this whole pleasure hotel thing
didn’t feel so forced she might have been tempted out of her comfort zone.
“What if I don’t want to get laid?”

One
of the women crammed alongside her in the back of their hired minibus laughed. The
sound made Molly think of a hyena closing in for the kill. Another
passenger—Susan, possibly—stared at her, all cold eyes and prim lips. She
jerked her thumb toward the rear window. “Town’s about fifteen miles that way.
You’d better get walking.”

Molly
considered it, but an all-night trek through the woods didn’t appeal one bit. “Bringing
me here’s baloney. I’m not into all that stuff the rest of you get up to. At
the very least, some warning would have been good.”

She’d
stay, but if any would-be Doms sniffed
around her, she’d dig her heels in and say, “Not interested.”

Angela
laughed. “I never expected you to turn up anyway. This place has been the talk
of our BDSM club for months, so we thought we’d give it a go.”

Molly
stared out at the manicured grounds. This place looked like it belonged in a
Jane Austin novel. Her mother had probably thought she’d treated Molly and her
cousin to a rarified country retreat. If she’d known this was some upmarket
cathouse or such, she’d have been horrified—not to mention furious. As for
Molly, she’d been so unwilling to attend her cousin’s weekend, she’d not even
checked out the place online. For a Math’s graduate and part qualified
accountant, she felt dumb.

Susan’s
smile held all the enthusiasm Molly’s lacked. “The owners, the Pearson twins,
are legendary Doms, but recently they’ve
spent more time running BDSM training sessions than they have taking part in scenes.

Molly
sat up straighter. When she’d started university, she’d had a monster crush on
the twins in the year above, and their surname had been Pearson. Only they’d
been cool dudes who wrote computer programs and flirted with every pretty girl
that came their way. They’d never have spared a geeky Math’s student like her a
second glance. Not that she’d ever plucked up the courage to speak to them.
They’d been her secret obsession and even now, two years after her graduation,
they fueled her fantasies.

Angela’s
eyes narrowed. “Like me, the girls from the club sent their Doms on ahead to work out the finer details with
Brett and Steve Pearson. For us, tonight’s going to be amazing. You’ll just
have to hope one of the house Doms takes
pity on you. Maybe they’ll teach you a few BDSM basics.”